Fine Lines

Souji shoved Yosuke face first against the wall. “You like that?” he asked as ground his hips against the brunette.

Yosuke groaned as his lover ran his tongue along their lips and then kissed him hard. He liked it when Souji was so rough. It was like he was showing just how hot he was for the brunette. Right now, Souji was so hot, it seemed like Souji was losing his tightly held control.

Yosuke kissed him back, matching the silver haired teen’s intensity, a moan escaping from him. “Oh God, partner,” he said as Souji wrapped his hands around the brunette’s wrists. He seemed to be holding his wrists tighter and tighter as he moved them over to the futon, kissing him fiercely. Yosuke was lost, his head spinning and his cock getting hard.

Souji was thrusting against him and Yosuke felt a surge of heat go through him. And for some reason, Souji would not let go of his wrists. Yosuke wanted to struggle so he could touch his lover, soothe his tortured soul.

Somehow he knew, his lover knew what he was thinking and squeezed his wrists just a bit harder. “Don’t struggle,” he whispered hotly and Yosuke tensed, his pulse beginning to race. Two words could send a flush through his system and make his cock so hard it hurt.

As he felt Souji’s lips move to his cheek and then to his ear, he drifted off to another time they had been on this very futon…

He is face down, his ass in the air, the breeze cool on his backside, Souji’s palm hot against his tender skin. Those hands burned him as his hips were pulled close and Souji entered him. He let out a cry as he felt the sharp pain turn to a slow burn.

He was gasping, sobbing almost as he clutched the pillow, biting it as Souji thrust inside him as his cock was being stroked. He didn’t want to displease Souji by crying so he buried his face in his lover’s pillow. Souji had one hand on Yosuke’s hip and another placed in the middle of his back, pushing him into the pillow. He sobbed openly as the burning continued and as the pain turned to pleasure, Yosuke suddenly felt lightheaded.

He didn’t think that he might be suffocating and neither did Souji but suddenly Yosuke felt like he was floating, except his limbs felt heavy. His eyelids felt heavy as did every inch of his body. It was little things he remembered as he felt his orgasm approaching, the smell of Souji in the pillow, the burn of Souji’s hands holding his hips.

He came hard with Souji following not far behind and it wasn’t until he felt a sharp pain on his nipple did he realize he had passed out and his lover was holding him with a terrified look on his face. “Damnit, Hanamura, don’t you ever fucking do that again,” he scolded. Yosuke was sore for a week in many places after that, not the least of all in his pride.

Yosuke had that dreamy look on his face again, Souji thought as he swore under his breath. He had gotten that same expression when Souji had tried to bring it up before, trying to let the brunette know, trying to assure him that it would never happen again. Except the suggestion seemed to crush Yosuke. It was like…he wanted to experience it again.

“Damnit, Yosuke, I am not doing that.”

Yosuke’s eyes focused on the silver haired teen. “Wha-Oh…why not?”

Souji let go of his wrists to shake him. “You’re an idiot, Hanamura,” he growled. Yosuke tensed and oddly enough, his nipples hardened. Souji only called him Hanamura when he was angry…or when he was really turned on. Maybe the danger turned them both on, Yosuke thought with a shiver.

“Don’t be stupid, Yosuke. I am not letting you goad me into taking you like that again. I-I am not doing that. I am not losing control again.”

To Souji, it was a warning. To Yosuke, it was a challenge.

Yosuke leaned in for a kiss, thrusting his tongue into his lover’s mouth. And his lover responded back, thrusting his tongue back, meeting Yosuke’s with a fervor that only Souji had, as if he was always on that dangerous precipice, one that only Yosuke could push him over when the brunette would lower his lids in a subservient way. Souji was warning him, that he was in dangerous waters.

Yosuke wanted to reach up to hold his lover, his cock screaming for attention as Souji grabbed his hips, pulling them closer together still. The brunette rolled his hips, his tongue sliding along that smooth pair of lips that were kissing him still. He knew what the other boy was doing, trying desperately to get that thought out of his mind but ever since it had happened, it had burned its image in his mind. The wires had crossed and they would never straighten.

Souji’s hands, those beautiful hands that were strong from holding his sword, were now moving to his bottom, cupping it almost gently as he rocked into Yosuke’s hips, thrusting against him. Those hands, whose strength held the power to be cruel, were now causing such pleasure. Yosuke heard his moan as if he were far away, watching the two of them writhing on the futon.

Souji heard that moan and his control almost shattered as pulled away to rip off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt. He may have ripped a couple of buttons off in the process but he didn’t really care. His hands ran down to Yosuke’s waist, slipping beneath the brunette’s shirt as he was obliged by the other boy unbuttoning his own jacket.

Souji’s eyes roamed up to see the flush spread across the brunette’s cheeks as he worked the cotton shirt he always wore underneath. He loved the way the color spread across those high cheekbones. He could be shy about being undressed by his lover but not about having the air choked out of him in a dangerous game.

Yosuke watched the emotions play across his lover’s face. His eyes told all that Yosuke needed to know. Souji wanted him, badly but was it badly enough to lose that tightly held control. That safety mechanism is what kept them safe in the dungeon, even when their leader was charmed because even when he was like that, he could still tell them what to do to save their asses and get them all out alive.

And for that split second, Yosuke wondered if his game was just a bit too dangerous. Maybe Souji knew what he was talking about…maybe this was just a bit too far out there. Yosuke swallowed around the lump in his throat.

And then Souji was kissing him. If he had only known that his lover was trying his hardest to kiss away the look of uncertainty…But then Souji was pushing up his shirt over his head and Yosuke was sucking in his breath as he felt skin against hot skin.

Yosuke couldn’t stop himself from grinding against the silver haired teen, their cocks sliding against each other through the barriers of their clothes, the heat of it burning, searing into the brunette’s skin. Yosuke stroked the nape of his lover’s neck and Souji pulled on his arm, pulling it forward until they could entwine fingers. His other hand was captured by Souji as well and then there was something that seemed to be winding its way around his wrists, binding them together. “Whaaaa-” he tried saying before Souji captured his lips again.

“Don’t talk,” he whispered as Yosuke lips. Then Souji was straddling him and his fingers were going to his lover’s zipper. Yosuke hissed as Souji pulled his cock out, using his fingertips to stroke him at first and the circling the cock head with his hand, sliding it up and down. Yosuke groaned, bucking his hips, nearly throwing Souji off him.

Suddenly Souji grabbed him by his hair and kissed him hard. “Do you want to try to get rid of me? Is that why you are bucking your hips?”

“Oh God no, partner. I need you, Souji. I need you inside me,” Yosuke pleaded. And when Souji nodded, he should have known something was up. He opened his pants, pulling his cock out of his boxers and moving towards Yosuke’s mouth. He was weaving his fingers into the soft, spiky hair as his cock was passing Yosuke’s lips.

The only sounds for a while were Souji moaning and the slurping of spit and lips as he moved in and out. He couldn’t see his lover’s face as he sucked him, working the head before taking the cock head all the way to the back of his throat, swallowing as he did. Souji was jerking, tensing and Yosuke was sure that he would have to swallow a load but suddenly his cock was gone.

He was trying to pull his head up but suddenly he was flipped over and pulled up to his knees. He felt his lover pulling down his pants, the cool air around them causing goose pimples to rise. He felt the cold gel on his tight hole and he moaned loudly. “Fuck me, partner,” he cried, shoving his ass back towards Souji.

He felt the hard slap on his ass and he let out a cry of surprise. “I told you to be quiet,” Souji said quietly, dangerously. “Don’t push me.”

Yosuke felt a thrill run through him. “Just what will you do to me?” he purred as he shook his ass in Souji’s face. He heard a growl and then saw his lover as he moved so quickly, he almost didn’t see him position his cock at his ass and push himself all the way in.

Yosuke dug his nails into the mattress and let out a sharp cry. “SOUJI!”

“Am I going to have to gag you next?” Those words sent a shock directly through his body, directly his hard cock. Gag and bound, a slave to his lover’s dark, dominating libido.

“No, just bury my face in the pillow, please,” Yosuke said, his words punctuated with a cry as Souji pushed himself deeper. Skin was against skin as Souji leaned over, undulating his hips slowly against the brunette’s firm flesh.

“Damnit, Hanamura! I am not doing it. Not a chance,” Souji hissed as he was breathing heavy in his ear. Yosuke’s heart sank as Souji started to move. He hissed at the hot burning pain. He tried to relax with that huge cock in his ass but it was too difficult.

“Then I will just keep talking,” Yosuke taunted. He wasn’t expecting Souji to reach around and twist his nipple. Stars exploded behind his eyes as his nipple was kept in that vise, all the while that impossibly huge cock pumping in and out of his tight hole. His bound hands, all of their own will reached for the pillow Souji used every night.

Except Souji wrapped a strong arm around his waist and yanked Yosuke up so that his back was flush against Souji’s chest. And his other arm was pushing against his windpipe. Yosuke raised his arms, his hands bound but his fingers free. He clawed at the arm that was around neck, crushing his windpipe.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Yosuke? Does it make you fucking hot feeling my arm against your neck?” Souji whispered in his ear. Yosuke wanted to nod, even though his heart was pounding and his brain was screaming for him to fight. Instead, he went still, feeling Souji’s cock pounding into him. He couldn’t move as his vision became foggy and he suddenly felt like he was floating.

His cock needed attention but Souji’s hands were busy holding him up and choking him. He was slipping away, his air disappearing from his lungs, which were hurting. But the pain was good. It kept him awake to enjoy the sensations, even as the fog that so different from what was shrouding Inaba crept through him.

Souji kept going deeper, slamming his cock inside the brunette as he went weak. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself up when suddenly he felt a sudden pressure inside him and he was coming. He tried to shout but there was no more air and then all was black.

Souji came, following quickly after Yosuke’s orgasm. Yosuke had taken a huge reflex breath as Souji had let him go around the neck, still holding onto his waist as he eased him gently onto the futon. Yosuke was breathing hard, his eyelids fluttering as Souji stood up to grab a towel to clean himself up. He pulled off the condom he had used, throwing it away. He continued to Yosuke, gently wiping away the evidence of their tryst and untied his hands.

Guilt hit him in the gut. He almost couldn’t look at Yosuke. He hadn’t meant to hurt him but yet again the brunette lay there…with his eyes fluttering open.

Yosuke flushed as he looked at the silver haired teen. Yosuke’s heart was pounding and his muscles screamed from the tense and extreme orgasm he had just experienced. But he felt like cold water was running through his veins when Souji glanced away, his feelings written on his face. Yosuke reached for him, failing to reach him as his muscled tensed and he fell back to the futon.

Souji was reaching for him, pushing back his hair off his forehead. “Don’t speak if it hurts you, Yosuke.”

Yosuke smiled. “I like hearing you say my name, partner.”

“I say your name.”

Yosuke frowned when Souji pulled away. “Too many times you call me Hanamura. Yosuke sounds so…hot when you say it.”

Souji frowned. “I call you Hanamura when I get angry. I call you that when I want to fuck you senseless. But when I hold you like this, I love…” He just couldn’t say it. But then his silver eyes flashed with anger. “Why did you goad me into giving what you wanted? It is too dangerous. I can’t lose you.”

Yosuke flushed. “So is prowling the dungeons. We could all die,” he said defensively.

Souji cringed. “But these are my hands. You will not die by my hands,” he said passionately.

Yosuke captured his lover’s face between his palms. “I trust you, partner.”